Priest Erotica Novels & Stories

On his knees on the cold tile floor, one hand gripping the sink, the other wrapped around his cock, stroking himself with frantic, desperate movements. I leaned forward, every detail consuming me. His face was twisted in shame, jaw clenched, eyes wet. He bit down on his lip as though he could bite back the groans spilling out of him. But he couldn’t. His body betrayed him, writhing and aching until he finally came with a strangled groan, spilling his seed across the porcelain like a filthy confession. A slow, triumphant smile spread across my lips. The priest. The man who once condemned me to hell. The man who prayed over my soul, who claimed to be incorruptible. And now I had him caught on

Raised the crucifix and recited the strongest command I knew. She broke the cord on her right wrist with a casual snap, full demon strength. Her hand out, fingers curling into the front of my cloth, yanking me forward till my hips bumped the altar edge. Our faces were inches apart, her breath smelling of wine, smoke and sin. “Do it,” she breathed. “Exorcise me with that holy cock, Elias. Save me, ruin me. Pound me over.” I should have pulled away. Instead, my free hand shoved her clothing up to her waist, baring her completely. She was soaked, her pussy glistening, swollen and pulsing. A bead of arousal slid down her thigh and dripped onto the altar cloth.

… I love fucking Eva in every hole, but nothing turns me on more than slipping deep inside her sweet, dirty mind. The first time we came up here, we were just an ordinary couple getting away for the weekend. Until, as we sat by the fire with a bottle of good wine, Eva told me about the man inside her head. How he whispered depraved things that made her blush—and masturbate. He took videos of her playing with herself and showed it to his friends while she had to sit and listen to their rude comments. He put her to work as his special assistant, whose duties involved catering to the needs of wealthy clients. Sometimes he’d make her fellate them during meetings, their cocks protruding from thei

She lifted her eyes and through her thick eyelashes, she whispered back, “My panties are soaking wet the moment I laid my eyes on you.” His chest rumbled and he let out a low grow as his mind went to gutters. The priest got scared that he had done something wrong, so he stopped. Brishor closed his eyes and calmed his racing, lusty thoughts. He gave a tight nod to the priest to continue. “I am going to do dirty things to you, Meryl. Maybe even spank you!” She giggled and then bit her lip, her breath becoming shallow at the thought. “My queen is lusty, huh?” he said, his voice a low rumble. “Thank the gods!”

Priest or not, I'm not backing down now. "Child?" Matteo calls out "Yes, father?" Daddy "What kind of thoughts?" He asks again "Unholy thoughts, father" I pause "I've been thinking about having pre-marital sex with him, father. I've thought about him touching me, kissing me. And every time these thoughts made me wet." I didn't care if this was inappropriate for a confession "Sometimes I use household tools phallic in shape" I paused when I heard a groan but it was quickly masked off with a cough "I had sex with someone else last night but all I could see and think about was him, Father" I look up to the ceiling of the confessional praying silently that this did the trick.

I gasp. He tosses my panties onto the floor like trash, then sinks to his knees between my thighs. His strong hands grip my knees, shoving my legs wide apart, and he buries his face between my legs. The wet sound of his tongue devouring me fills the quiet room, completely drowning out my breathless moans. I never truly believed a priest would drop to his knees for something so sinful. But the perfection of his touch leaves me paralyzed. I can’t even lift my arms.

" I cum while he quotes the Bible. My pussy clenching around his cock, my moan filling his office, the sacred words in my ears while the sacred cock is inside me and the crucifix pendant catches between our bodies. The orgasm is – transcendent. Not just physical but something else, something that happens at the intersection of the forbidden and the desired, the divine and the profane. He fucks me through it. His words dissolving into groans, the scripture giving way to my name. ”Elena – Elena –" He pulls out. Breathless. His cock slick with me. Then he leads me to the prayer bench in the corner of his office. A wooden kneeler with padded top – the place where he kneels each morning, where hi

“This is what happens to sinful girls who tempt priests. They get their cunts ruined on the altar and filled with holy cum.” The dirty words combined with his brutal pounding sent me over the edge again. I came hard, squirting down my thighs and all over the altar steps as my pussy fluttered wildly around his thick shaft. He kept fucking me without mercy, his heavy balls slapping against my clit. I was a moaning, drooling mess, completely lost in pleasure as he used my body. Father Elias leaned over my back, still choking me, and growled into my ear, “I am close again. I am going to fill this sinful pussy with another load. You want it deep, do not you?”

He knew I would get addicted, he knew he would always have me in his grasp. I watched him worship my pussy, sucking, poking my entrance with his hard tongue and extending his hand to grab my soft breasts. They moved in his hand like water, my nipples growing harder as he pinched them. I loved it so much when he would pinch my nipples, I loved it when he sucked and bit them like a baby. I loved the feeling of his tongue around them, and I wanted it at that moment. They were aching for his touch. "Frederick.." I called and he briefly lifted his head from my pussy, but not before he kissed my clit like it was his baby, like he treasured it, like it was his to worship. My legs trembled in the ai

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in